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she comes out every hour I see her sporadically desperately ******* the life from the hollowed stick she brings a new one each time. sometimes she stands and looks up at the stars her breath not far ahead of her and i watch her from the window slowly loving her with every passing moment
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Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
blue haired girl
she comes out every hour I see her sporadically desperately ******* the life from the hollowed stick she brings a new one each time. sometimes she stands and looks up at the stars her breath not far ahead of her and i watch her from the window slowly loving her with every passing moment
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Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
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